Cincinnati A-Bomb
When in the standing 69 position, the guy (holding the girl) ejaculates and immediately drops her on her head.
Cincinnati A-Bomb by Stan Dup December 24, 2007
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Cincinnati Atom Bomb
"You bruh, I was 69in this hoe last night and as soon as I nutted, I hit her with the Cincinnati Atom Bomb."
Cincinnati Atom Bomb by T-Hun January 9, 2009
Cincinnati Car Bomb
When I saw that decrepit geezer rolling across the parking lot laughing devilishly, I realized that parking in the handicap spot with my windows down had caused me to become a victim of the dreaded Cincinnati Car Bomb.
Cincinnati Car Bomb by Nick D April 5, 2004
Cincinnati Jizz Bomb
The Cincinnati Jizz Bomb is a process off unloading your full Scrotel Sack over the back end of a short people, whilst chanting ‘Dimascio’
Short people are you ready? Unloading the Cincinnati Jizz Bomb… oooooooooooooooooooo ‘Dimascio, Dimascio, Dimascio, Dimascio’
Cincinnati Jizz Bomb by Sutty9 August 4, 2022
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)